Ye Jian had always been stubborn when it came to targets that needed to be dealt with. She had never been benevolent.
During her first overseas combat, she hesitated when facing an underaged Pakistani youth. It was because of Xia Jinyuan's reminder that she didn't make a huge mistake.
Mercy on the battlefield would only bring disaster to oneself.
She had already learned the cruelty of war. No matter how young the other party was, as long as she was in danger, she would never be benevolent because of the other party's age.
She released her arm. A sharp pain suddenly came from her muscles. Right on the heels of that, she started convulsing. Her fingers started trembling.
It was because her muscles were too tense, causing a temporary imbalance.
She massaged her right arm muscles that were as hard as rocks until they felt numb. Ye Jian felt the heat of her blood flowing through her fingertips. Then, she stood up and walked toward the dungeon.
